Naming Chickens

Okay. Enough social media rants. Our Hawaii trip started off much better than our last trip. Not only did we make it in time, we were able to stop at the Hubers for some of my mom's buñuelos before heading to LAX. We made our flight as did all our bags.  Always a welcome sight when your golf clubs are headed up the luggage belt.

Our flight was uneventful other than the 65 children on board. I got to sit next to George (dad) and Georgie (4-year old with 35 toys for this flight alone). I spent the flight reading, napping, and retrieving characters from "Toy Story" that had dropped (been thrown) under my seat. 

Awesome view on its own but better from upstairs. 

Our condo in Lawai is spacious but on the first floor. Consequently, what could be an awesome view is a small ocean peak-a-view.

As Cecilia knows, Luella and I play a modified game of "Punch Buggy" on our vacations. The idea is to pick something common to the location we're visiting, e.g. nuns in Rome, etc. For our Kauai trip we decided to create the "Punch Chicken" game. Every time someone sees a Kauai feral chicken, they can the pop the nearest person on the arm. After beating each other's arm senseless in the first few hours of the game (in other words, the feral chickens are everywhere), Luella decided she would rather give each chicken a name based on their looks and personality. So that's our new game, create meaningful names for all the local chickens. With that, I present to you Justin Timberlake Chicken.